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Epimetheus has settled into a table. Feet up on the opposite chair? Check. Whiskey on the table? Check. Guitar in his lap? Check.

A certain un-invitation propped up on the table next to the whiskey, making him snicker every time he glances at it?

Double check.

Nita also has a table and a drink, but in her case it's a pot of strong black tea. Her manual is open on the table; it's projecting, in silvery-blue lines, a 3D map of what looks like a series of mountain ranges and canyons. Nita is frowning in concentration -- and a little bemusement -- as the projection slowly pans along a particularly stark set of conical mountains.

And last but not least, Carmela has laid claim to a stool at the Bar and ordered a drink that is bright purple, sparkly, and heavily frothed at the top.

She does have a tablet with her that's currently displaying a celebrity gossip website (the text is in no earthly language, but there's something about the formatting that's unmistakably reminiscent of Gawker, and it's just possible that one of the pictures in the article is of a much-loved British actor with great cheekbones). That's just there if she gets bored of people watching, though, and really, what are the odds of that?

[ooc: NaNoWriMo is over! Rejoice with me! Open 'till it scrolls, slowtimes are my favorite thing ever.]

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". . . Why have you wondered this?"

"Nothing better to do on a Saturday night?"

So . . . stoners.

Seems like there might be more to it than that, though.

"I was not stoned when I designed turtles, no."

Mike seems truly disappointed by this response.

"Okay. Well then, can I ask a favor?"

"Mmmmaybe . . ."

"If any of my brothers asks you the same question, can you lie?"

"What, and say I was?"

"Yes please," he says nodding enthusiastically in the affirmative.

"Just 'cause?"

"It'd save me twenty bucks and would earn me an I Told You So."

Those things are more precious than gold!

"Deal."

He leans over and offers a handshake.

Mike squees in delight as he takes the other man's hand, giving it a firm shake.

"Groovy! This is super sweet!"

"Least I can do, man."

Note that he doesn't ask who Mike's brothers are.

This is because he plans to just fuck with anyone who asks about turtles in the future.

"Nah, the least you could do is tell me to go pound sand."

"Naah, not my style. But I take your point."

"Well that's equally good to know. You know...for future reference."